Julia; Sing Me A Song
Sis came bounding
into my room, out of breath and obviously excited. It was late,
almost one AM and she apparently had just returned from her date with
Mark. She plopped down on my bed, grabbed my remote for the stereo
and turned it down. I stuck my tongue out at her, a normal occurrence
between the two of us. She shoved her hand under my nose, and I
noticed the ring. I set up and hugged her tightly. Apparently, Mark
had asked her to marry him, and since she is wearing the ring, she
has accepted his proposal.
Sis and I have
talked about this for months, she at first greatly disappointed that
he had not asked sooner. The last few dates she has been moping
around the house, she loves him unconditionally, but his delay in
pushing things forward has her so frustrated. They had talked about
marriage, but to her disappointment nothing else came up in
conversation on her dates since then.
They had not set
a date yet; her touring schedule would need to be worked around. Mark
also travels for his company troubleshooting software his company
writes to control and manage assembly lines. She described their
dinner, then Mark getting down on his knee to ask her to marry him.
Red-faced she also told me that her squeal could be heard all through
the restaurant. The restaurant did give them a bottle of wine to
celebrate with. As all of this is being told to me, I noticed that
she is constantly glancing at the ring, afraid that it might
disappear somehow.
My sister Jules
and I are quite close, closer than a lot of sisters, quite a feat
since I am her brother. She is one hour twenty-five minutes older
than me, and I kid her unmercifully about it, always introducing her
as the older sister. You know women and their age, always a sore
subject with them.
Fraternal twins,
born to a mother that was so anxious to get us out of the womb.
Between the two of us, she spent fourteen hours in labor. It turned
out Jules was twisted the wrong way, partially blocking the birth
canal. When they tried to straighten things out, I was hopelessly
entwined with her and the doctor had a hell of a time getting me
loose and then her straightened out.
Later when Mom
had some time to reflect on her delivery she told her husband that
was it, no more children. If he wanted more, he could carry them and
deliver them himself. Unfortunately, a few years later he left Mom,
for what reason we never knew, just disappeared never to be heard
from again. Mom had her hands full raising us by herself, Grandma
babysitting us often while our Mom worked. From what we had been told
we were a handful when young, the terrible twos a particularly bad
time for her and Grandma. Things eventually smoothed out some; our
early school years were uneventful.
Jules and I
became more than sister and brother; we played together even when
there were boys and girls our own age in the neighborhood. Mostly
house or doctor/nurse, but never cowboys and Indians. Her Barbie got
a lot of use from both of us, as we dragged her through all of the
games and situations, two young kids could imagine. In high school we
became even closer, taking a lot of the same classes together,
sharing a lot of friends, mainly her female friends. I was included
without question, although I dressed like a boy, my interests and
thoughts mostly feminine.
I could talk
about fashion like the rest of the girls, makeup and nail polish not
foreign to me like it is to most young males. We both took vocal and
piano lessons in school and also privately. As of this scribbling, my
voice has not yet broken; I sounded almost identical to Jules. Where
I excelled is my piano playing, there I clearly outshine my sister.
We were not into classical music, the pop songs of the time our
favorites.
In our senior
year, we participated in a talent show to raise funds for an ailing
student with cancer and played twin pianos and sang to some of the
current hits. We were both told later we sounded like sisters, that
would have devastated most males, but to be classified as sisters
made me feel all warm and gooey inside. Pictures of our playing and
singing in the show made the high school yearbook. The way the
picture was taken, it looked like two females, not a brother and
sister. Yes, I was kidded about it, but it wasn’t the first time,
and I am sure it won’t be the last.
College was more
of the same, both of us getting a scholarship to the state
university. We took a lot of music courses, Jules wanting to go with
her singing ability and me choosing to write and compose music. In
the summer break before her senior year she sang backup for a touring
female vocalist, and when she graduated, she was offered a contract
to sing full time. She now travels the country singing backup to a
very popular female vocalist, Simone Richards. She loves the singing,
the travel and the chance to meet lots of people. She is usually out
on the road for ten to twelve weeks at a time, then is home with me
for four to six weeks before another tour.
Our Mom died two
years ago, we think from heartbreak, she never understood why Dad
left her alone, once we were somewhat grown she lost interest in
life, we were doing well, our need for her to provide for us less. I
tried to include her in everything I did, but she felt like she was
intruding in my life no matter what I did. When she died she left the
house to me, a very poignant letter thanking me for trying to make
her part of my life. Sis was on the other side of the country when
she died, upon her return a couple of days later she found me cuddled
in a ball on my bed.
I cried for days,
the funeral causing, even more, tears to fall. Jules had to return to
the tour but got one of her friends to watch over me. Sally, one of
her girlfriends since high school, was caring, and we spent many
hours just talking. To me that helped more than anything. Quite often
Sally and I talked about the high school days; she kidded me often
about being just one of the girls back then. Yes, more tears flowed
during those talks, but eventually, I was able to resume a more
normal life.
I had written
several songs in the time following our Mom’s death, but I thought
they were not good enough to tell anybody about them, so they
remained a secret. During that time I made money doing arrangements
of other composer’s songs and playing piano for recording sessions.
In fact, in the four months after Mom’s death, I helped record
thirty-five songs earning me quite a substantial nest egg. It really
wasn’t that much money, but to me, it seemed to be a fortune. The
house was paid for, my only expenses electricity, and food. That made
the difference between me just getting by, and being able to put some
money away for later.
Then when Jules
was touring nearby, I managed to get a ticket to the concert. It was
the first time I had seen the act and was impressed. Of course, I
thought my sister was terrific, but Simone is talented and her range
in voice quite impressive. Jules had arranged for me to get a
backstage pass, allowing me to come to see her and meet her boss
after the show. I managed to find my way backstage and Jules hugged
me tightly, then introduced me to Simone. We sat and chatted as the
set was being knocked down, ready to be shipped to the next stop on
the tour. Simone wanted to hear me play the piano, and since there
was still one on the stage I complied.
I played one of
the songs Simone normally sang in her concerts and there was deathly
silence from everyone. Simone left for a few moments then returned
with her manager. I was asked to play it again and then another tune
after, my choice. Again when I stopped there was silence, I was
getting a complex thinking nobody liked my piano playing. Simone
asked what the second tune was; she hadn’t recognized it. I told
her it was one of the songs I wrote; it is not really that good, but
I liked to play it.
She asked if it
had words, I nodded it did, then asked for Jules to sing it with me.
She knew the words to this one; it was a song I wrote about our
mother. We sang the song together; then Jules sabotaged me. She
stopped right before the chorus, I continued on but was mad at her
for leaving me singing all by myself. She is the singer in the
family, not me. I finished the song, waiting for some type of
response. Simone came over to me and hugged me telling me that is the
most emotional song she had ever heard. Then turning to Jules, she
asked her why in the hell she has never discussed her brother with
her. Jules shrunk back a little, apparently not used to being singled
out, much less yelled at. Simone asked if I was employed at the
moment, I told her of my piano playing at recording sessions and the
few songs I had written. The smile appearing on her face brightened
the room.
I then had to
play my other songs for them, each song getting the smile on Simone’s
face a little bit bigger. Then her manager asked if I knew the songs
that they used in the concert. Jules and I had often talked about
them and discussed why some of the songs were not replaced by some
that would sound so much better with Simone’s voice. Over the next
hour, I played each of the songs that Simone used, although my
arrangements. When I was done, her manager suggested we get something
to eat; they were still dressed in some of their show costumes, fancy
but not outlandish. I, however, was just comfortable in some sweats.
Jules smiled and dragged me to her dressing room, telling me to take
off my clothes.
I had an idea
where this is going, and I wanted no part of it. I quickly found
myself trying to keep her from pulling my clothes off, but she is
persistent. I finally gave up, and soon she had me dressed in one of
her dresses along with some tights and heels. She released my
ponytail, brushed it out and added some lipstick. Before I could
think, I was back out with the girls blushing red, and being led to
their limo. We were taken to an upscale restaurant in a town widely
known for their outlandish prices. According to most everybody, the
food is excellent, surpassed by none. A bottle of white wine was
ordered, and then our dinner selections were taken by the waiter.
Never once did he address me as anything other than a female.
Her manager
started talking wanting me to sign a contract with them. They wanted
me to sing backup most of the time then both Jules and I would be
featured in at least one or two songs every show. They also wanted me
to write songs for Simone and do all the arranging for all of the
songs performed. Then Simone took over wanting me to do all of this
dressed as a female. You’re just as beautiful as Jules, but the
clincher is how natural you are. You are wearing a dress, no boobs,
your hair brushed out, and only lipstick, but yet everyone is
convinced you are female. Then you speak, and there is suddenly no
doubt at all.
I hesitated, I
would love to spend time with Jules, the weeks she is away I am so
lonely and lost. But to trade my masculine image for a feminine one,
I am not so sure. I did not answer them, but when the limo dropped
Jules and me off at her hotel, Jules told Simone to get the contracts
ready she will make sure I will sign them tomorrow morning. I gave
Jules a look that would kill most people but forgot pushy sisters are
immune to that particular look.
We walked
together to her room, then entered. My first concern was that we had
left my male clothes back at her dressing room and no telling where
they might be now, but probably in some dumpster. She led me to a
love seat overlooking the skyline of the city and pushed me into it.
She sat next to me, taking one of my hands in hers and started
telling me how it was going to be. “You miss me when I am away, and
I miss you all the time, more when I am traveling.” I started to
respond but am told to close my mouth and keep it that way. “Your
voice is just as good as mine; I have just used mine more than you
have. Your piano playing and you composing are next to none, but yet
you barely eek out a living doing what you do.”
This is a golden
opportunity for you, don’t blow it. As far as dressing as a female,
with that voice, you will stand out with male clothes on, but put you
in a dress and you are 100% natural looking. For once, don’t let
you ego ruin things for you, a few years of this and you can retire
and do anything you want in life, but to get this rolling you have to
sign the contract. I had listened to her, she is probably right, but
such a change for me. She helped me get undressed, gave me a nightie
to wear, and we shared her bed. I got cuddled immediately, a nice
feeling for a change. Soon I was out of it, dreaming of playing
before a large crowd with my sister, a warm and good feeling washing
over my body.
In the morning, I
was rudely pushed out of bed by a giggling Jules; then she raced to
the bathroom, locking the door, making me wait until she finished her
shower before I could pee. I started to stand in front of the toilet,
as usual, the door suddenly opening and her telling me, no, no,
ladies sit to pee before she retreated to the bedroom giggling like a
mad woman. After taking my shower, I emerged to a bed full of what I
would wear today. Not a stitch of male clothes anywhere.
Panties first; as
they were being pulled up my legs, I almost lost it. Then the
camisole nearly made me cream my panties as it slid over my chest.
Jules is sitting at the vanity giggling at my distress, but not
missing any of the action. I was allowed a pair of pants, but there
is absolutely no way these pants could be considered anything other
than feminine. For one thing, they fit my body as if I was poured
into the pants, the low waist, and the flared cuffs almost making it
look like I had a skirt on. It took both of us to get the zipper up,
and the one button closed at the waist.
Then we need to
talk about the blouse. Almost sheer, the camisole fully visible, but
what made it feminine was the yards and yards of lace around the hem
of the blouse and at the ends of the sleeves. When I moved my arms
and hands, my fingers were lost in the yards of fabric. I looked at
my sister with daggers shooting from my eyes. Surely you have
something more subdued for me to wear. A big smile appeared on her
face, but no words were forthcoming. She had me sit at the vanity,
adding some mascara and lipstick, then went to brushing my hair.
Before I could get my bearings, a pair of heels was slipped on my
feet, and we headed down to breakfast.
Simone and her
manager were waiting for us, as soon as we were seated our meals were
served. I was hungry, but dressed like this I felt I was on display.
I picked at my food for a while, then when our plates were taken
away, her manager Bethany shoved some contracts my way. I tried to
act like I was not interested, but my acting skills are nowhere as
good as my piano playing. I read over the contract, a standard
contract for entertainment people. But what got my attention, is the
salary and the percentage of the new song’s proceeds that I would
get.
Indeed, this
would be a lot more money, the weekly salary more than I made in the
last three months. Jules snatched the contract and read it over then
looked at me; he will sign, but there have to be several changes. One
the name needs to be changed to Julia. No leakage of Julia being a
male from either of you or she gets a hundred thousand dollar bonus.
Next, all her beauty services and clothes are to be paid for by the
business. Finally, she gets forty percent of any proceeds on her
original compositions.
Julia’s
contribution to the deal is that she will legally change her name to
Julia, then will undergo a full transformation to that of a female
and live as such 24/7 until the contract expires. Like you do with me
she wants to buy shares of the company so that she will be a
stockholder in it. None of this is negotiable, take it or leave it.
Incidentally, if she doesn’t get what she wants, I will not renew
my contract when it expires.
My mouth is wide
open; I would never make any of those demands, let alone changing my
name and a full transformation, whatever that means. Bethany looked
directly at me and asked if this is what I want. I dumbly nod yes and
before I even finish nodding she agrees to the changes. She makes the
changes to the contract on the table, then has me sign them. The
formal lawyer drawn contract will be done tomorrow, and can be signed
then. I just sit there, dumbfounded at what has just happened, at
what I had just agreed to do. Jules tells them I will get my name
changed today, and the transformation will be done by tomorrow night.
Simone thanks
her, then said that I can join the concert tour at the next stop in
five days. That will allow some time to practice and change part of
the act. I am still sitting there lost to the world, then for some
reason my clothes that I am wearing became suddenly evident, the soft
fabric of the cuffs swishing around my hands. The feeling is good and
pleasing, actually quite comforting.
They leave, and
Jules grabs me to remove me from the restaurant before I can say
anything in response to her railroading me into all of this. We go
back to the room, me still in a daze at what has just happened. She
sits me down at the vanity and starts brushing my hair. As if my some
miracle my anger calms down and I feel each and every brush stroke as
she runs it through my hair. I sigh, the feeling of her brushing my
hair feels so delicious, something I could get used to quite easily.
I lay on the bed relaxing a little, and soon drift off to sleep,
Jules busy calling several people about things. I think the first one
is a lawyer, then my eyes edging closed also turns off my hearing, so
I don’t remember anything else that is said.
She shakes my
shoulder getting me to open my eyes, telling me that we have to get
going. Lots of things to do and not much time. She freshens my
lipstick; I am still rubbing my lips together as she leads me out the
room door. I had managed to park in the hotel’s parking lot when I
had come to see the concert and rode a shuttle to the concert. Since
I was in heels, Jules drove my car to the first appointment. We drove
to an office complex housing various professional people.
Among them my new
attorney, a Ms. Stephanie Wilson. Jules urged me through the office
door and up to the receptionist. She told her I had an appointment,
and we set in the waiting room to be called. A very young female came
to the door and called my name. We were escorted back to her office
then showed some chairs we could sit at. Apparently, the paperwork
was already ready; she pushed it in my direction showing me where to
sign. I looked at Jules, but she just nodded. I really didn’t
realize what I was signing, but after the secretary had notarized the
paper, she told us it will be filed this afternoon and by five
o’clock I would be officially Julia with female listed as my
gender.
To say I was in
shock would be an understatement. In and out, and now I was
officially female in all eyes but mine. I tried to get Jules to slow
down a little; this is too much and way too fast. She disagreed, this
is basic to the contract, and then I can concentrate on the show and
the arrangements necessary for its success. I was still shaking my
head when we pulled up in front of the Turnabout Gurl Salon. Bright
and cheerful, absolutely dripping in pink and chrome. The stylists
seen through the glass front looked like dolls, their outfits so
feminine and their makeup flawless. Jules checked me in at reception;
then Patricia led me back to a private room. Jules hugged me as I was
led away. “I will be back to get you at six tonight.” That is
five hours from now, and I haven’t had anything to eat. I looked at
a retreating Jules, wondering how I am going to be able to cope with
all of this. She did wave when she went through the front door if
that is any consolation.
Patricia set me
down and explained what was going to be done to me today, what is
involved in each treatment and how long it would last. She noted that
I would be playing piano and asked if longer nails would interfere
with that task. “No, I only used the pad of my fingers on the keys
so reasonable lengthy nails shouldn’t be a problem.” Why I
answered that way I have yet to figure out, I could have just said
that they would interfere, and that would have been the end of it.
She wanted me to
be sure I was okay with all of this, but rational thought was still
not within my reach. “Can all of this be reversed if it doesn’t
work out?” Her simple one-word reply yes. I nodded my head in
acceptance, and she started. My clothes were removed quickly, and my
whole body is covered in a pleasant-smelling cream. It was left on
for thirty minutes, then she removed it with a damp towel, my body
hair with it.
The bad news is
that my eyebrows and my sparse beard were included in that treatment,
although that part left on longer than the rest of my body. In its
place, a vast wasteland of smooth and creamy skin adorned my body. I
suddenly felt every whiff of air or breeze on my denuded body. As she
rubbed a moisturizer into the smooth skin, the goose pimples sprouted
up everywhere. Still laying on the flat table, my feet were
encouraged into stirrups at the end of the table and soon spread wide
apart. She moved my male organ around finding a place where it was
minimal in view. My testicles were helped up into my body in a spot
they originally dropped down from and then my limp penis is glued
between my legs in a position where it could be hidden and still
function to rid my body of liquid waste.
I felt her
working down there, but not like I felt when sex is on the agenda. I
guess that activity is now out of the question for a while,
especially after she glued a vagina like object over her handiwork.
My brief look down there confirmed that my looks now officially
matched my gender, my new female gender. I laid there lost in thought
again; maybe I never will come to any rational thoughts about this
since this has been quick and swift, my transformation from male to
female.
Brought back to
the here and now as she wheeled in a large machine with two cups
attached to hoses coming from an arm above the machine. The cups were
positioned on my chest; then each is sealed with some adhesive. The
cups are shaped like a normal breast with a nipple like protrusion at
the tip of the breast. They are rigid, and now glued to my chest. The
hoses of the machine are attached to the nipples of the cups, she
checks for a tight seal and I am apparently ready for breast
acquisition.
The pump is
turned on, and I sighed, breasts apparently the next step for me.
Another hour and the cup is partially filled, the pump switching to
alternating suction, vibrating at the same time. Suction then
nothing, then back to suction. Lost in thought again, I suddenly am
aware that my fingernails were being worked on. I turned my head to
look at what she is doing, filing and then gluing some extensions on
my nails. I watched for a while, then the hum and vibration of the
pump helped induce a sleepy cloud to descend over my body.
Sudden quiet in
the room woke me, the noises that sent me into dreamland all of a
sudden quiet. I looked down to my chest seeing the cups full to the
brim. Then I noticed some light reflecting off my fingernails, and
when I lifted my arm, bright red nails greeted my inspection. They
looked long, but I thought I could still play the piano, hopefully
with little interference. Now I am making excuses for my femininity
when you lose your mind; it seems to be a quick thing, here one
minute and gone the next.
I have to lift my
other hand and stare at the nails to see if they look equally good.
Patricia helps me to sit up, my new breasts attempting to keep me
laying down. I know the weight of them is quite distracting, causing
both of my hands with bright red nails to cup them to ease the pull
on my chest. What a sight I must have presented to the outside world,
naked with vagina and breasts in full view, ten long talons attached
to my fingers trying unsuccessfully to support the new mounds on my
chest. The worst part was the nipples on each breast getting hard,
something I did not expect at all.
I did get
provided with a bra, a wonderful device that I wholeheartedly endorse
the use of. The cups were still rigid, a new material they had
developed that would over the next few days would disappear leaving
two perfectly formed breasts. A pair of panties also joined the act,
the feeling delightful as the panties hugged my new genital area. It
still felt like something is missing down there, but the look is now
female with the smooth flat front confirming that fact.
I am helped up
and in only my underwear I am moved to another room. I sat in the
chair they wanted me in; my head laid back and my hair shampooed and
conditioned. I have always kept it quite long but in a ponytail most
of the time. That fact might play against me now since females do
have longer hair. The chair is brought back upright, and Patricia
starts working on my hair. She cuts in a style, then starts putting
in curlers. After a few minutes, I am moved under a dryer, and the
heat turned on. I am lost in thought again, well maybe not actual
thought. The things that are happening to me running through my mind.
The weight of my breasts moving in my bra are so erotic, the flat
front of my panties signifying the deep change that has occurred.
She checks my
curls twice, but both times an additional drying time is added.
Finally dry I am brought back to her chair, and she removes my
curlers. Now tight little curls populate my head. She takes a brush
and gently pulls at the curls relaxing them a little leaving me with
a gorgeous head of curly hair. Then I realize my hair is styled the
same as Jules; I presume to carry forth the image of female sisters.
My ears get
pierced, and a beautiful pair of diamond studs are inserted. Makeup
follows; foundation first, then eye makeup, additional eyelashes are
added, then mascara on both to make my eyes stand out like twinkling
stars. Some blush on my cheek bones and then lipstick after my lips
are lined with a dark burgundy color. The reflection in the mirror is
that of my sister, right down to the beauty mark on my right cheek
that had been added sometime in the makeup process.
When Patricia is
finished, I am a carbon copy of Jules in looks right down to the
makeup. Speaking of the devil Jules walks in with bags in her arms.
Patricia leaves and Jules supervises my dressing. I am informed that
for the show I will have to wear a corset, the costumes for the show
much more risque, but also very form fitting. Today I get a black
skirt, with a white blouse, the bra showing through the thin
material. A pair of three-inch heels in black complete the look.
Since the skirt is hardly knee length, I am constantly trying to pull
it down some. Jules giggling at my actions tells me to relax. “You
look better than I do, and I am jealous.”
We walked out to
a waiting limo, Patricia giving me a hug as we left. I thanked her
profusely for her help and expertise. As we walked by the mirrors at
the entrance, I saw two sisters almost identical leaving the salon.
The limo took us to a recording studio, which Simone had rented for
us so that we could work on the act. I was greeted warmly, both of
them checking me out closely. Jules showed them the name change
papers, while I sat at one of the piano stools blushing from head to
toe.
There was another
piano there, also a superb sound system. We talked a little about
what we wanted to do in the act, but in the end, Simone pretty much
left it up to me to decide the songs and the arrangements we would
perform.
Bethany is
manning the controls and playing a soundtrack of earlier recordings
so that I can hear how they had done it in the past. Even though it
was late, I wrote several arrangements that night and Jules, and I
worked on one of the songs we would sing together. After the session,
Simone came over to me and gave me a serious hug. “I am so glad
that you have joined us, the session tonight was awesome, better than
we have ever performed those songs. The highlight though is the song
you two sang, I am sure it will be a show stopper.” Bethany came
out of the booth, agreeing with Simone and handed me a tape of
tonight’s recordings. We left to go back to our hotel, agreeing to
do it again tomorrow, meeting at four o’clock.
I wondered why we
couldn’t start earlier, in the car Jules told me I had to be fitted
for my onstage costumes and get measured for my corset. Then we could
rehearse more. We had a nice late night dinner, the novelty of having
boobs and an empty groin eventually receding some. I was well aware I
still had them, lots of times my arms moved against my breasts,
causing tingling sensations reverberating through my body. Jules
picked up on this, smiling and giggling at my actions. We shared her
bed again, cuddling each other, me a little more forward, holding her
making me feel not so alone.
Again the next
morning I found myself on the floor Jules giggling away at my look of
shock. I did figure that this might happen again, Jules perverted
sense of humor in play. This time, I promptly got up and confiscated
the bathroom, locking the door behind me. Jules is banging her hand
on the door and vowing to get even, reward enough for my trickery.
When I did finally manage to get out of the bathroom, I walked to the
bed and noticed what she had laid out for me to wear today. The
saying you can’t win them all came to mind as I looked over my
clothes for the day, all ultra-feminine, lacy, and extremely brief
and then there was the thong.
I dressed in the
selected clothing and started on my makeup. The hair pretty much
handled itself with the cut that Patricia had given me. I applied the
makeup a little heavier than was done to me yesterday, trying to show
up Jules a little. We did look amazingly alike, so the younger sister
had to try and get even a little. When Jules emerged from the
bathroom, she scanned me from head to toe, then went to the closet
and selected a different outfit than the one she had hanging on the
back of the closet door. Score one for me, although for a brother to
look prettier than his older sister not necessarily a good thing.
The limo drove us
out to a warehouse district on the outskirts of town; we walked into
one of the units, my mouth was agape at the sight in front of me.
Tons of beautiful dresses are hanging on rolling racks, each dress in
a protective cover to keep it clean. We were met by an older lady,
who upon recognizing Jules got an assistant to bring some racks up
front. The area is separated off from the rest of the warehouse by
some drapes, but otherwise the same basic building. Jules starts
getting undressed as I stare at her. She comes over and helps me with
zippers, and soon I am down to my underwear, just like her. She
yanked my thong strap up giving me a wedgie, giggling as she did so.
The lady took an
item from a bag and proceeded to wrap it around my body. I presume
that this is the corset, not having seen one before today.
Surprisingly there have been very few words said by either of them,
of course, I have been mum the whole time. The corset is tightened,
and then she starts picking out dresses for Jules. I stand there
shifting back and forth on my feet trying to get comfortable with the
corset tight around my waist. I notice on the rack there is two of
everything so I guess we will be dressed alike.
Jules tries on
each outfit; then the lady makes adjustments to make sure the dress
is properly fitted. Pins are put in her dress, while chalk is used to
make other adjustments visible. Then Margaret comes back to me and
tightens the corset some more. Now it is worse than tight; it is
strangling me around the waist like a vice. Breaths are hard to come
by with the corsets death like grip on my torso. This time, copies of
the same dresses are tried on me and appropriate marks made for
alterations. Eventually, I was able to breathe regularly, though only
shallow breaths were possible, but I am sure any physical exertion on
my part would cause me to pass out. I just couldn’t get a big
breath in my lungs with the tight restriction around my middle and
chest.
Most of the
dresses emphasized my cleavage, a lot of the time all of my cleavage
was on full display even though I was theoretically clothed. After
the dresses I no longer thought about my thong or bra, it just didn’t
seem to matter anymore. We eventually finished a total of twelve
dresses for each of us requiring the same amount of changes on the
concert stage. As I am getting ready to put on the clothes I had come
in, with the lady tightened the corset yet again announcing that the
two sides were now touching. Who cares about that, I am being cut
into, and everybody seems alright with it. Jules had to help me get
dressed again; then we headed to the rented studio. I asked about
taking the corset off but am told I had to get used to it.
Who makes these
stupid rules up anyway? I did manage to calm down by the time we
reached the studio, Simone, and Bethany waiting for us. I had
pictured in my mind some of the arrangements I wanted for the other
songs, so it only took me a few minutes to jot them down. Whatever I
changed I would write the music down afterward. We talked about the
other song that Jules and I were to sing, finally coming with an
upbeat song that the audience could get involved with. We worked
later that night; the studio would be no longer be available for us
to use after tonight. Jules and I sang our two songs together again
since she wasn’t as familiar with them as the ones she sang in the
show.
What we didn’t
see is one of the owners come into the control room and talking with
Bethany as we sang the two songs. Bethany came and got Simone, and
they also conferred with the gentleman. When they rejoined us in the
studio Simone suggested that we pick a third song to sing together, I
looked at her with a puzzled expression on my face. This is her
concert and now all of a sudden we are doing three songs without her.
She had that smile of a conniving woman, with a goal that she would
get to, come hell or high water. We conferred, both Bethany and
Simone wanting another upbeat song. One of my songs is in that vein,
so we tried it. Jules isn’t as familiar with this song, so she had
to use some sheet music I had with me. We did it once then asked
Simone if that is alright.
She hugged Jules
first and them me, that is perfect, you will knock them dead with
those three songs. I still had some doubts; there is something going
on here that has not been discussed or talked about. We decided to
quit for the night and went our separate ways. Tomorrow Jules and I
would head home for two days and then meet at the next venue for the
concert a day after that. We packed tonight so we could make an early
departure, going to take my car for the drive home.
Since we would be
doing the concert for the next few weeks, we would rent a car to
drive to the next venue, a four-hour drive. Then turn in the car and
take the tour bus from there with Simone and Bethany. We talked a
little, me trying to work into the conversation that something else
was going on that had not been disclosed. Jules sidestepped any
questions, so I dropped it. I am sure it would all come out soon
enough.
We left early the
next morning, Jules anxious to see Mark again. Sure enough, when we
pulled in Mark is there waiting for her. Mark gives us both a stare,
not expecting to see two Jules. He looks between us trying to decide
who is who. Finally, he sees her rings and figures it out. In the
meantime, Jules is giggling at his indecision. The love birds engage
in a passionate kiss, and I go on into the house. I hear a big laugh
from outside as the two come in through the front door. He stares at
me, then in almost a whisper is that really you Julian. I instantly
turn bright red, another male seeing me portraying a female without
much difficulty. I nod my head, but he gently lifts my chin and
kisses me on the cheek. You look so good, and I am sure you two will
be a great success in your new profession.
Jules changed her
outfit, and they head off for an evening of fun and games, I really
doubt they will do anything but wear out Jules lipstick, just the
thought causing me to chuckle. I clean up around the house, getting
everything packed away for the time I will be away. I call Sally and
invite her over, forgetting she knows nothing about any of this. Of
course, I remember when she is standing in the door. She greets me as
Jules, voicing her opinion she thought I would rather spend my time
with Mark. I giggle a little then tell her who I am. Her mouth open
for a few minutes as she tries to see the Julian underneath the
breasts and makeup.
“Are those real
is her first statement.” Then followed up with a zillion more. “Why
are you dressed as Jules the first significant one?” I explained
the whole thing, several times she had to stop to regain her
composure and stop giggling. I told her we were going out on tour
again the day after tomorrow and would she watch the house for me. I
even offered for her to move in, and save her money she is spending
on rent. Jules or I won’t be here that often, plus there is plenty
of bedrooms for everyone when we do return.
I got a hug on
that note, even a kiss that could be considered rather passionate.
But the embarrassment on both of our faces was enough to cool down
the emotions some. I showed her where everything is, and gave her
some cash to use to handle unexpected expenses. A set of keys to the
place, informing her I would pay extra on the utilities so she would
not have to worry about the bills. I would accomplish that tomorrow
before we left town. We exchanged cell numbers; then we hugged again
as she left.
Jules is wound up
after being with Mark most of the night, wanting to talk about
everything. Where we could hold the wedding, going shopping for a
dress, how they were going to be able to squeeze a honeymoon in with
their schedules, constant chatter till she finally wore down. Then
the big surprise. She wanted me to be her maid of honor.
When I recovered
some, I tried to get her to consider Sally, her closest friend for
eight years now. No Sally had already agreed to be one of her
bridesmaids, but you are the only one I will consider to be my maid
of honor. I broke down in tears, I wanted to do this for Jules, I
love her, but dressing as a female is one thing, maybe I could
consider I am in disguise. But maid of honor is really a female
thing, shared between two BFF’s at the most important time in a
female’s life.
Jules helped me
get ready for bed, a gorgeous nightie with yards and yards of silk
surrounding me as I lay in the bed. I guess I finally accepted my
fate, telling Jules that I will do it. What made me come to that
realization, I am not sure. I knew that if I refused, I would hurt
her, sisters don’t do that to each other. The implications of the
action were dwelling on my thoughts, though, I wonder if I will ever
be able to return to the male gender. The bigger question to be
answered is if I wanted to.
They delivered
the rental car early the next morning, and I managed to avoid being
pushed off the bed. A good way to start the day. We loaded our
suitcases, closed up the house and left town. I had managed to go
online and pay additional on the utilities, so that is a chore that
didn’t need attention this morning. Sally had called early this
morning telling us that she would take me up on my offer, I was happy
for that a way to help Sally and keep the house occupied. Jules
drove, we talked the whole trip, mainly about the wedding and what
options she had. She insisted that we would find the prettiest orange
dresses for the bridesmaids, I told her if she did I would tell Mark
all of her little idiosyncrasies. Then in a soft whisper, it will
probably take at least a week to get through them all.
We arrived at the
venue; the road crew had things pretty much set up, making sure
everything worked and was as it should be. No crowds till tomorrow
night, so we were allowed to use the stage and pianos. The small band
that usually played for Simone would not be here until the morning,
so tonight it would just be the four of us. I tuned the piano’s
something that a member of the band usually did, and started playing
some of the new arrangements I had come up with. I took the time to
jot down on some blank sheet music the basics; I will have to do a
more detailed sheet for tomorrow. Simone and Jules joined me on the
stage, I got hugged by Simone, her first question is how are you
doing. I smiled and told her still getting used to everything, but I
will make it.
We decided to do
a whole run through of the show, to get a feeling for the timing, and
see if the order of songs worked. We started off as soon as Bethany
reached the control room, she turned on the sound system, and we got
right into the first song. I played piano since there was no band
tonight, but it sounded pretty good. The lack of a band sound
actually made the songs more poignant. Three more songs followed,
Simone, very happy with the new arrangements. Usually, a new
arrangement causes some difficulty with a singer, but she kept up
with changes almost anticipating where I was going with the song.
The next song is
Jules and my first song, it came off perfectly, and we even got some
applause from the roadies working on the stage. Three more songs
featuring Simone, this set more upbeat and toe-tapping. I had
rearranged the order of the songs building from some slow and sensual
to fast and rowdy at the finale. Another one of our duets is next,
Jules stopping near the chorus to let me finish the song. I was angry
at her, shooting arrows at her with my eyes. Simone, however,
disagreed, that was perfect, the song stays as it is.
Four more songs
for Simone, now at the conclusion of her songs she is getting
applause from the crowd. In fact, when I looked around no one is
working, they are all surrounding the stage watching as we do the run
through of the show. One more song for Jules and me, a definite toe
tapper, upbeat and definitely rowdy. When we finished, this time, it
is total bedlam; shouts, applause, whistles, even one guy beating on
an empty drum to confirm his liking of the song.
Two more songs
for Simone, both well accepted from our impromptu crowd. I walked
over to Simone suggesting a couple of things to her and Jules, then
returned to the piano. I played an intro piece on the piano then we
launched into the song, I had made the last minute change to the
beat; a faster, more thrilling type of song now and actually more fun
to sing. Everybody picked up on it instantly and by the time the song
was over, we had our whole makeshift entourage singing with us. When
the last note is played there are a few moments of silence then
everything breaks loose. Looking over at Simone she is headed towards
me, tears leaking from her eyes. I hope they are tears of joy. She
attacks me, hugging me and kissing me all over my face. Jules quickly
joins in, and I can hardly breathe the corset and now the hugs making
getting a breath difficult if not impossible. The applause goes on
for quite some time, a few of the roadies that were near us shaking
our hands telling us that was the best concert that they had ever
seen.
It did calm down
some, they eventually went back to work, then Bethany came down from
the control room, accompanied by another lady. Simone apparently knew
her, so hugs and kisses were exchanged. Jules and I were introduced
to her, her name is Hannah, with the recording company that handles
Simone’s CDs. Hannah is very impressed with the show but asked why
the different arrangements. The new arrangements are much better, but
why did they record the songs with the crappy arrangements. Simone
points to me; she is the reason. Our new arranger, composer and soon
to be star of her own show. I gulp something down my throat, look at
Jules and she is smiling, then at Simone, the smile she is sporting
goes from ear to ear.
We adjourn to our
dressing rooms, one large room for the three of us. As soon as I get
there, I grab a hold of Simone and ask her about her statement.
Simple, as soon as your name gets around a little, you and Jules will
have you own show, and if I am not mistaken you own recording
contract. At that statement, she looks at Hannah, her nodding in the
affirmative. I plop myself down on a chair hard, put my head in my
hands and cry. What else would a young female do when confronted with
something so unbelievable?
Bethany explains
that the first tape they made of us, the one I had given you a copy
of, was sent to their recording company. Hannah told me when they
received it, the CD was played to the VP in charge of new talent. He
loved it especially your voice and piano playing. It was played to
their focus group, and all of them loved it. They then sent it out to
a few radio stations in key markets to see what the reaction would
be. Again, instant approval, the station inundated with inquiries as
to who you were and when will they hear more about you.
Hannah called
Bethany, arranging to fly out and see you perform in the next
concert. I was blown away by your performance, you and Jules were so
awesome. The arrangements you did for Simone’s past songs made her
performance so much better. Bethany negotiated on your behalf, a
recording contract, a concert tour of your own, that we decided to
put together with a Simone concert at the same time. The thinking is
that we will offer a mega concert, you and Jules first, then both of
you joining Simone in her concert. We have asked around, and most of
the promoters want it, thinking they will be able to get two hundred
a seat for the concert. Since all of the upcoming concerts are
sponsored by these promoters, one more concert as regular, then all
the rest will be mega concerts. You have four weeks until you get to
a break in the schedule than we hope you will record a CD for us that
we can release soon.
I just sat
there, huh is the only word that I could get past my lips. Jules
smiled and told Hannah that all sounds fine, just let Julia get her
head around all of this. I received a hug from Hannah, and she left.
There were still tears cascading down my cheek, but I guess the worst
of it is over. It actually felt good to cry, somehow the reason for
it is washed away some, as the tears spill down your cheeks. Jules
set next to me and hugged me, Simone came over and hugged me also,
telling me that it is in the stars, Julia is real, and she is going
to be a star.
Before Bethany
left she told me that I would never have to worry about money in the
future, what I would be receiving in compensation would handle any
wish or desire that I might have. Simone gave me a kiss on the cheek,
and they headed to their hotel room. Jules helped me to get
presentable, and we did the same. When I managed to stumble into the
room, I headed right for the bed and stretched out to get
comfortable. Jules ordered some things from room service then slipped
into her nightie and robe.
I sighed, got up
and went to the bathroom. So much has changed, from male to female,
from piano accompaniment to star, this can’t be real. I heard the
room door open and close figuring room service is here, so I put on
my nightie and robe and came out. On the small room table is some
champagne and French fries. I had to look twice, yes some French
fries. Besides the container of fries some mayonnaise, what Jules and
I used to dip them in. That simple gesture from Jules made me feel
better.
I daintily set my
butt on one of the chairs and grabbed a fry, dipped it in the
mayonnaise and then into my mouth. The champagne really didn’t go
with the fries, but the bubbles made my nose twitch. All in all a
pleasant late night snack. We talked about everything that had been
revealed to me that night, me asking Jules how much she knew ahead of
time. She hesitated a little, me telling her that I wanted the truth.
She knew everything except Hannah showing up. They all had figured
that unless I was coaxed into this gradually, I would not accept the
change.
She grabbed one
of my hands, you do not realize how talented you are, but the main
difficulty is how much of a female you are. For instance, look down
at yourself, do you see any male showing through. The way you sit
down in the chair, the way you ate the fries, nobody has taught you
these things, yet you perform the tasks as if you have been a female
your entire life. Please let Julia take over your life, I want you
happy, for once, and not that semi-depressed state you live in. I
know it is hard, but you have the means to do anything you want both
now and in the future, so take a deep breath and relax.
I didn’t get
pushed out of the bed that morning, so I made my way to the bathroom
shed my nightie and took a bath. Yeah, a bath, bubble bath, bath
salts and all. I relaxed in the spacious tub reflecting on my
apparent new life. After soaking up all of the smell, I dried off and
made my way back to the bedroom. I found some panties to put on and a
bra, my breasts happy to have some support. Yes, I did say my
breasts. The rigid cups were now gone, soft pliable breast tissue all
that is left. Upon touching them the nipples hardened and the
tingling spread throughout my body. I presume after a while they
become a part of me, sucked from my body, moving around as I make any
movements. I had yet to fondle them, but I knew it would only be a
matter of time before the temptation would be too much. Even now just
thinking about it made the nipples get rock hard. I found a
comfortable loose blouse and the bottom half of a pair of sweats to
wear. Looking in the mirror, I almost looked more girlish dressed
this way then when I was in a dress.
Some mascara and
lipstick finished the look; then a brush ran through my hair made the
image perfect. I wondered why I had put on the cosmetics, three days
doing it and it now seems ingrained. Jules had been sitting on the
bed watching me, smiling as I dressed. She had already dressed in a
like outfit and was waiting for me. We left the room, heading down to
meet Bethany and Simone for breakfast. I no longer held back, I
walked side by side with Jules even entering the elevator first.
Jules noticed the difference giving me a cheek kiss. I turned toward
her, thinking what to say. “Julia is now in control Julian is no
longer, I sure hope I have made the right decision.” Jules attacked
me, the door opening at the lobby with two attractive females kissing
a sight to see I am sure.
We walked to the
restaurant hand in hand, found the girls, and scooted into the booth.
They had already ordered for us, some tea and some cut up fruit. I
just about said something about the choice, but then remembered my
corset and that thought disappeared. We had rented a studio again, to
work on the songs, Simone reminding me that we would need a whole new
set for Jules and my concert. We also had to replace the three songs
that we had sung in her concert.
The ride to the
studio is longer, this one on the other side of town. Thank goodness
for GPS, finding an out of the way studio in a new and unfamiliar
city would be impossible without it. The studio is similar to the one
we had before, the pianos much better. I started right in on some
new tunes to add to the Simone portion of the concert. I nixed a
couple of the ones they had been using up to now. There was some
doubt until I played the song for them. The new song fit her voice so
much better, showing her strengths. We practiced it several times to
get familiar with the lyrics and tempo.
We still had one
more concert to do as it is now before we changed to the mega
concert. After making sure we were prepared I started working on
songs for Jules and I. Bethany wanted each of us to have one solo,
then all the rest would be our combined voices. I pleaded to leave
out my solo, telling them my voice is not that good, but three
against one prevailed, and I would have to sing a song by myself. I
did stay with upbeat songs with some heart in them, something the
audience could join in with if they so desired.
I managed to find
seven songs including three of mine own composition for our part of
the show, getting the arrangements down on paper. Bethany wanted to
do away with the band, having only piano accompaniment for all of the
songs. It was talked about for quite some time, but no decision was
made, maybe after the next concert was the final word on the subject.
We wrapped it up
early and headed back to the hotel. Although we had a tour bus, four
females almost necessitated a hotel room for baths and female
maintenance. Bethany told me that I would now have an appointment at
the local Turnabout Gurl salon the day before the concert. Also
tomorrow, the rest of my dresses would arrive, giving me enough
costumes for two shows.
The next day
bright and early a bellhop knocked on the door with fifteen boxes of
clothes as predicted. Some were copies of dresses that Jules already
had; the rest were in sets of two so we could dress alike. They were
just using our first names in the promotional material for the
upcoming mega-concerts. For some reason, they used my new name first
causing Jules to frown, but my explanation that the older sister
should come last didn’t help at all. The sore spot on my arm an
indication of her continued hostility to that reference. You would
think after twenty plus years she would get over the fact that she is
the older sister.
After breakfast,
we headed back to the studio, and I finished selecting and making
musical arrangements for the new selections. It was decided that
Simone would sing backup for a couple of our numbers that sounded
better with that third voice in the mix. The day before the concert
both Jules and I headed to the salon, Jules for a wet set on her
hair, but I was told at reception that I would be there all day. I
looked at Jules, with that if looks could kill expression on my face.
Jules had her
hair shampooed and conditioned, then set in curlers. I was taken to a
private treatment room and told to get undressed. Cream on my skin
again, not missing a spot covering everything from my eyebrows to my
toes. As I remembered from last time the second use of the cream
would leave me permanently hair free. I guess that is alright, never
had much body hair anyway, but being so smooth did make me look quite
a bit more feminine. Lack of any eyebrows made my face so feminine,
it’s funny when you remove something instead of helping to make you
less masculine, it made me look totally female. My eyes seemed
larger, and my forehead seemed less conspicuous without the brows. I
can imagine with eye makeup on what the effect will be.
Then the suction
machine is wheeled back in; I reach to hold my breasts, protecting
them from further attention. The technician moves my hands away and
slides a cup over each breast. Apparently, these are larger than the
last ones used; there is still unfilled space at the end of the cups.
Why I let her attach the larger cups, I really don’t know. The
machine is turned on and in less than three hours the new larger cups
are filled to capacity.
Meanwhile, my
longer nails have been removed from my fingernails and even longer
ones applied. This time instead of using an adhesive she spreads a
gel on my fingernail and the extension and a small fitted clamp is
applied to keep the two surfaces touching. Then my hand is inserted
into a box that emits a purple light for an hour. Once they were
removed, the clamps are taken off, and the nail extensions have
changed color somewhat looking like a real nail.
Another lady
enters the room and moves to the end of the table. She helps put my
feet in the stirrups at the end of the table and places a strap over
my ankle to secure them. She spreads the stirrups to the widest
spacing leaving me quite exposed. She then used a large swab with
solvent on it and gently removed my false vagina. The same to where
my penis is glued to my body, and it hangs free for the first time in
several days. Then some antiseptic wipes are used, and the entire
area is thoroughly cleaned. I feel some movement down there but can’t
pinpoint what she is doing.
As the area is
drying she comes alongside me and explains what she is going to do. I
will glue your penis back again after moving your testicles back up
inside your body. Then stretching your scrotum back between your legs
and gluing your stretched penis in between to make it look like a
real vaginal opening. It will take a few days for things to get
comfortable again, but after that, you will have normal feeling
again. I will coat your penis with a liquid that will prevent you
getting an erection, but the tip, in particular, will still be super
sensitive. You should still be able to have an orgasm, but the liquid
will just leak out not in spurts as before. This procedure is
permanent, surgery would be required to undo the glued areas. I will
apply antiseptic again to the area so that no infection is possible
once the parts are glued in place.
As before you
will have to sit to pee, a requirement for the rest of your life. The
look is quite realistic, only a gynecologist or medical doctor could
tell that you were not born female. Unfortunately, unless you have
SRS, you will not be able to have sex and experience penetration like
a female. The difference is the price, our procedure less than a
thousand dollars, SRS running in excess of twenty-five thousand and a
year RLT to qualify. No further installation of the false vagina,
with this procedure, one less complication to deal with in the
future.
If later you
choose to go the route of SRS you will have the parts necessary still
to have the operation. From what I have heard of your situation I
think this is the route to go, but it is up to you, your life and
future. I will give you a few moments to think about it, and then I
will return to get your decision.
I laid there, all
of this running through my mind, and giving me a pounding headache. I
liked the last few days; I felt I fit in for a change instead of
being a lone masculine individual. A great future ahead of me, a
future with my sister Jules. The friendship with Simone and Bethany
seems genuine and real, something I have never experienced before.
When she
returned, I smiled and told her to do it, why I still do not know. To
trade my lonely existence as Julian for a females Julia not hard to
understand, but then to make the correction to the male organs really
a logical conclusion to the life I am living now. Maybe just having
it done and over with is the determining factor, no choice anymore, a
female in looks for the rest of my life. Yes, that sounded good for
some reason.
After that task is completed, my hair is washed, conditioned and set
in curlers, way more curlers this time than last. I spent forty
minutes under the dryer looking at some of the magazines provided,
one article in particular, how to satisfy my husband without getting
pregnant. I will leave any further comment unsaid. I did read the
entire article though, never can tell when that info might come in
handy.
Makeup next, with
them instructing me as I did it myself. Several times I had to start
over, but even when my arms got tired I was kept at it. When we
reached a point where they thought I had done a respectable job my
face is sprayed with a mist that will set my makeup for several days
until removed with a special solvent. I am happy for that, but then
to wake up to a face that is ultra-feminine and glamorous takes a
little getting used to. My hair turned out to be piled on top of my
head with numerous curls dangling from my head. They wove lace
ribbons into the curls on my head, the ribbons dancing around the
dangling curls making for a cute princess look. Then the whole hairdo
is wrapped in a foam covering, protecting the style, but making me
look like an alien from another planet.
Jules showed up a
little while later in an identical outfit, her hair styled the same
way. A limo came by to pick us up and we headed to the venue for the
concert. Simone was getting dressed as we entered the dressing room.
There were three racks of dresses waiting for us, our costumes for
tonight’s show. Bethany appeared a little later with some news. The
band’s vehicle broke down, they will not be able to get here in
time for the show, so plan A is in effect. Julia will play
accompaniment for all the songs. I never heard there was a Plan A
until now, but playing would not be a problem. Since we had so many
costume changes Bethany would stay in the dressing room and assist us
as we changed dresses. The dressing room was just off to the side the
stage, easy to slip into and out of.
Our alien
headdress was removed and we were ready to start. A peek at the
crowd, left me speechless, it was packed a sea of humanity. Even the
aisles were full, as soon as I appeared onstage there was a roar from
the crowd. I sat down at the piano and started to play an
introduction bit, a few snippets of each song we would sing tonight.
Then Simone walked on stage followed by Sis. Jules joined me near the
piano while Simone stepped up to her mark on the stage. I started
playing an upbeat number to get the crowd with us. By the finish of
the song it seemed everyone in the crowd was singing along. I felt
energized, a live audience will do that for you if you can win them
over. Apparently we had planned well, they were with us for the
entire concert.
Jules and our
numbers were anti-climactic. The audience did not know the words for
the songs since they were all my compositions. But one look at the
crowd and I knew we had managed to capture them. The whole audience
was swaying with the music, a sight to behold. We were applauded
loudly, Simone having to start her next song while they were still
clapping to keep the concert from going over the two hour time limit.
As we were preparing to sing the last song, I looked at the clock on
the piano, seeing that we were already thirty minutes after the
scheduled end of the concert. Then after Simone had finished her song
all hell broke loose. A standing ovation and ten curtain calls before
we finally made it back to the dressing room.
The three of us
just sat there trying to savor what had happened tonight. Bethany
came in a huge smile plastered on her face. Part of the show tonight
had been picked to play in the towns of our next concerts live, an
advertising tool to make sure tickets were sold. It worked, now every
upcoming concert totally sold out. That includes our new mega shows.
It was over an
hour later when we managed to change out of our stage clothes and
board the limo for a trip to a restaurant. All of us were famished,
the excitement and audience reaction making tonight very special. I
looked at a clock in the limo that was getting us there, it was now
four A.M. in the morning. Time flies when you are having fun.
We were all quiet
as we consumed our meals, mostly breakfasts. Jules was the only one
deciding to order a salad instead. Simone surprised me by
complimenting me on my skills as an arranger and composer. “What
happened tonight was magical, not even the best in the business could
produce the results you managed. Bethany and I have talked it over,
with you accepting our offer the two of you will own thirty percent
of our company. I think it is only fair for you to share in our
success, the majority of it being as a result of your efforts. There
is six more concerts scheduled, then we are taking a few months off.
I think Jules might have something in mind for some of that time,
while I would like Julia to accompany me to my second home in the
Pacific Northwest. It is secluded, in the middle of six hundred acres
of pristine woodlands.”
“I am sure we
might be called upon to attend a wedding but think we might be able
to handle that task. The house is overlooking a very beautiful view
of the valley, has all of the amenities needed to live comfortably. A
piano if you want to while away the hours, but I can think of some
other activities that might keep you occupied. Bethany is going to be
working on next year’s schedule of concerts, and taking care of her
boyfriend. Hopefully she can get him to commit allowing us another
wedding to be a part of. Now do we have a date or are you going to
play hard to get. Suddenly the light came on, the computer booted up
and my face turned a bright red. Jules saw that I finally figured it
out, then slapped my shoulder hard. Gawd you can be so dense most of
the time, Simone loves you, you idiot, and you are still back at the
starting line.
I was promptly
kissed by Simone, as I leaned into the kiss it felt wonderful. Simone
asked one more time if I was coming with her, I blushed but nodded my
head yes. Words not leaving my lips, my mind was pure mush, thus
nothing was being communicated to my mouth. That prompted another
kiss, this time it was pure bliss, my nipples were now hard as a rock
and I felt moisture in my crotch. Just like a female, but
theoretically impossible. I didn’t question it, the feelings of
being loved and cared for overwhelming my overworked mind. Only six
more concerts then being with someone I cared for. I did finally
realize that I cared for Simone, probably loved her, but the thought
had not made it through my thick brain for processing until this very
moment.
Things were
different on the last six concerts, I doubted my feet touched the
ground for the whole time. I was happy, sneaking kisses whenever I
could, when Simone was doing other things I was at a piano writing
songs, most of them dealing with the two of us. I did keep them to
myself, maybe for next year’s concerts. The last remaining concerts
were each better than the last, the group cohesiveness showing more
every time we took to the stage.
At the very last
concert it was indeed a special time. Mark was there for Jules, and
Bradley was there for Bethany. While we were doing our act on the
stage I imagined the two of them were having a great old time in the
control booth. After the show when we all got together I walked over
to Bethany smiled and used a tissue to remove a lipstick smear. She
got embarrassed some, but I just pushed her and Bradley together and
told them to beat it. I didn’t need to worry about Jules and Mark
since there were already in lip lock mode, not even coming up for
air. Simone had grabbed my hand and we were soon at the back door
getting into a limo still in our stage costumes. As soon as the limo
door closed her tongue was exploring, my head pinned against the back
of the seat. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feelings and sensations.
I had thought we
would go the hotel room to change clothes before we went to the
airport. So much for thinking as the limo went straight to the
airport. We actually pulled right onto the runway, alongside a
private jet the engines already going. Door open, up the stairs to
the jet and then fastened into our seats as the jet started pulling
away. A few minutes later the engines whined and we were airborne.
She held me closely for the entire trip, just over three hours. It
felt so good to be loved and cared for.
Another limo at
the other end of our travels, and a two hour ride to her house. We
came up over a ridge then the house and the valley beyond was
visible. It was beautiful, like a picture from some travel show. The
limo dropped us off, the driver getting our few bags. Simone had
assured me she had plenty of clothes for us. I didn’t notice any
cars or a garage for any, wondering how we were going to do grocery
shopping or go to a restaurant for meals. Once in the house several
of my queries were answered. The kitchen had a huge pantry stocked
with almost anything you could imagine. The appliances and pans were
professional quality, but I knew Simone had never cooked anything in
her life. More questions to be answered but I kept them to myself.
After a general
tour of the house I ended up in her bedroom, no make that our
bedroom. I was slowly undressed, led to the bathroom and enjoyed a
bath with her. The swirling fragrant water caressing us as we bathed
each other. Then I was led back to the bedroom where I was dressed
for the night, a peignoir set that almost swallowed me up. I hope
Simone can find me among all of the silky lacy material. I was
cuddled, kissed, fondled and many other actions until we both
succumbed to sleep. She had no trouble finding my willing body among
all the fabric of the nightie. I was often giggling as she probed
around in the fabric looking for her target.
In the morning I
was awakened by someone entering the room placing a tray of delicious
smelling food on the café table over by the sliding glass doors.
Simone looked up still sleepy eyed and greeted Kathy her chef/cook. I
was introduced and received a tender hug, then asked what I wanted to
drink. I asked if she had hot chocolate, she smiled and returned a
few minutes later with a steaming carafe of it. To say it was good
was an understatement. It tasted like she had used cream to make it,
the thickness and the strong tastes of chocolate a perfect blend. The
food was an omelet along with a mixture of fresh fruit, all of it
delicious and so satisfying. Now I knew we would not starve to death.
The next big
surprise was when I was handed a set of sweats, after I had finished
off the breakfast. I looked at them and then at Simone. She giggled
put them on we are going for a hike. I must have looked like I been
told Santa Claus did not exist, she just came over and helped me
dress. Then I was dragged out of the house and towards some woods
near the back of the house. I had never done any exercise in my
entire life, I doubted I could walk back to the house and not be
winded. Simone had other ideas and soon we were deep in the woods,
the house not even visible any more. She took it easy on me, we would
hike for a while, then take a break as she kissed me and fondled me.
Then off again for another stretch. A lot of the places we stopped at
were so picturesque, the scenery very colorful and pristine. We were
out till a little after lunch, according to Simone we had covered
almost five miles. Wow, that is unreal.
Back at the house
for a salad, then to her in-house gym for thirty minutes of cycling.
I got kisses when I needed them, although I faked a few times extra,
my lips were dry and I needed some moisture on them, some Simone
moisture.
I was allowed a
short nap, with her pressed right up against my back. I instantly
fell asleep, the walk taking its toll on my body. Did I mention how
wonderful it is waking up in a lover’s embrace? Something I would
like to do for all eternity.
After a few days
it settled down to a routine, a nice breakfast, a hike around the
adjoining acreage, then a nap in the early afternoon. The time after
I awoke was spent working on my songs. I guess it should be our
songs, Simone was either the inspiration or in a lot of cases a
corroborator in the writing of the song and lyrics. As the weeks
passed we accumulated quite a collection of songs. It was discussed
as to what we would do with the songs, save them for future concerts,
or sell them to other artists. It came down to what Simone wanted to
do about future concerts.
She loved the
money from the concerts, but traveling all the time, living out of a
tour bus was not what she had in mind for a life. So she summoned all
the participants of previous concerts for a pow-wow to discuss future
efforts. Simone was able to get Jules and Bethany down here without
their boyfriends. A feat of major proportions in itself. We talked
for several hours, explored some of the options then took a vote.
Everybody agreed no more concerts. Instead we would do several CD’s
of the new songs, then sell them on the internet to the public
directly. Then split the revenue among us. Bethany would handle the
making and distribution of the CD’s and Jules, Simone and I would
supply the vocal talent. Of course, Simone and I would write the
songs.
After a trip to
Seattle to record the songs, it was two months before the first CD
was released. Bethany had set up a website, announcing the CD release
and offering it for sale. It was offered either download or an actual
CD sent to the buyer. It took about a week for the songs to be
promoted across the country and then sales skyrocketed. After two
months we had sold over a million copies of the first CD and were now
offering two more CD’s to our fans.
I did get to be
the Maid of Honor for Jules wedding. A wonderful chance to see two
loving and caring people join as a couple. It was about three months
later when Bethany joined Jules as a married woman, Simone getting to
be her Maid of Honor. I didn’t escape participating as I was a
bridesmaid. They are both living with their husbands, but we still
get together to sing at least once a month.
Simone and I
talked about marriage, but we decided to forego it, living together
enough for both of us. We decided when it came around to having
children we would get married, but not before. Our love was so great
even lesbian sex was enough for both of us. I kidded her when the
time came, I would probably have to have a refresher course since I
haven’t used it in so long. Simone just looked at me, when the time
comes I will take care of things, no need to worry.
Such a wonderful
life, peace, sincerity, and anything material I might want. The
greatest prize though is being taken care of, to be loved for the
rest of my life. To be loved and then to return the love to Simone,
life can’t get any better.
© 2016 thru
2024 by Francesca